Chapter 27 #2
“Yes.” She exhales, gently lowering the cut to the bed. “Okay.”
I get to my feet, my hand reaches for hers, sliding the single, oval-cut diamond, my mother’s ring, onto her ring finger, where it should have always been.
Where I’m going to try until my last breath to make sure it stays.
There’s no doubt in my mind that Winnie means it, but that she’s also conflicted.
I didn’t magically earn her trust back in a night.
It will be something I work hard at every day to prove I’ve changed, to show her how important she is to me.
I don’t just want her because of the danger knocking at our door; I want her because she makes me the man I want to be.
I thread my fingers in her hair, twisting the braid around my wrist, forcing her head back and her gaze to mine.
There's a fire in her eyes that matches the inferno inside me. Slamming my mouth to hers, relief surges through me when her lips part instantly, accepting me. I feast on her, tasting her, and reveling in the fact that she’ll be mine for the rest of my life.
My Daisy.
My wife.
Hooking my arms around her, I lift her effortlessly, and her legs wrap around my waist, her long dress pooling between us.
Sitting on the bed, her legs fall to the sides, straddling me.
My hands push her cardigan off, and it falls to a heap on the floor.
I waste no time, fisting the end of her dress and ripping it off over her head.
Winnie’s mouth takes mine urgently, her fingers gripping my hair, the back of my neck, and digging into my shoulders as she tries desperately to get closer.
My fingers expertly unclasp her bra, and soon it lies on the floor at my feet as well.
With a growl, I flip her over me and onto her back.
My body quickly lowers over hers, pinning her to the bed, desperate to keep her here.
Bracing myself on my elbows, I stare down into her absolute perfection.
Slowly, I trail my lips across her collarbones, then down the valley between her tits before reaching her nipples.
My fingers pluck each tight bud, rolling them between my fingers before closing my lips around each one.
I tongue her, sucking gently at first, then harder until her hands delve into my hair.
“Every inch of you tastes so good,” I murmur against her skin.
Her chest heaves when I move to the next one, giving it the same attention with my teeth and lips.
Her hands trail down my back and sides, fingers ghosting over firm muscle while I continue making my way down, across her abdomen to the curve of her hips.
She gasps when I bend and kiss the top of her pussy, her whole body practically vibrating under me.
“Finn.” My name leaves her lips, and it’s the best goddamn thing I’ve heard.
I hated her calling me by my road name. At first, I understood why she was doing it, putting distance between us.
Then, the more time we were together and the more of our history we rehashed, I couldn’t take it.
I wanted to be her Finn again. Just hers.
I back up, hovering over her pussy. Our eyes lock. “Say my name again, Daisy. I want you to scream who it is that's making you feel good.”
Her lips part, and she swipes her tongue across the bottom one. “You. You’re making me feel good, Finn.”
Something primal surges in my chest, and my tongue darts out to lick a slow line up her slit before circling her clit. Her back arches, a sharp gasp tearing from her lips. “Always so responsive for me, Win. Such a good girl.”
Flattening my tongue, I drag it down her entrance again, this time dipping inside just enough to make her cry out.
Her hips jolt off the bed, and my hands automatically grip them tighter, pinning her in place.
She calls my name again, her small hand tightening in my hair.
The sharp sensation sends shivers over my skin, leaving fire in its wake.
Groaning, I continue to lick, suck, and kiss every inch of her delicious pussy.
Her body arches, grinding against my face while I work over her clit, sucking it lightly.
She’s wound tight, her body flushed, while her hands squeeze her tits in time with every thrust of my tongue inside her tight hole.
“Please, Finn, please,” she begs, the sound so perfect to my ears.
I press my tongue firmly to her clit, then bite gently. Her legs tremble, and the softest cry leaves her mouth. Her taste floods my mouth, and I lap it up. “That's it, Daisy. Give it to me. You taste so good.”
She’s panting, one of her hands gripping the sheets at her side while the other is bunched on my shoulder.
I glance at the skin, seeing the little red crescent moon shapes there.
I need to be inside her. Shifting onto my knees, I grip her hips possessively.
My heart pounds inside my chest as I press the tip of my cock to her tight entrance.
I nudge inside, and hot sensations roll down my spine.
A mix between a groan and a moan, tears from my chest.
“Fuck, Win. Nothing is better than your pussy. You’re so wet for me, so perfect,” I groan before thrusting all the way inside. She clamps down on me, her inner muscles stretching and gripping my cock.
“God, Finn,” she moans, her eyes fluttering to stay open. “You feel so good inside me.”
Her words spur me on, and I thrust inside her hard, over and over, rolling my hips so her little clit rubs against my pelvis.
I know she won’t last long when I do this, but the need to see her come overrides all else.
I bring my hand down between us and slap the top of her pussy.
Her eyes jump to mine, a flush spreads across her cheeks, and her legs wrap around my waist, allowing me to move deeper inside her.
“More, please.”
I smirk at her. “You still like that, huh, Win?”
She nods, biting her lip. Who am I to say no to my future wife?
I slap her pussy again, this time my palm hits her clit.
She cries out, and her back arches off the bed.
I do it again, and this time she comes. Her pussy grips me, sucking my cock back in, holding me deep while she pulses around my length.
My heart stutters, her orgasm triggering my own.
I fall forward, tucking my head into her neck while she sucks every drop of cum out of me.
We’re both panting when I roll off of her, my arm slinging around her back and holding her against my side.
This right here is what I’ve been waiting for.
This is the feeling of love, contentment, and family that I’ve been chasing since she left me.
Now she’s back, and she’s going to be my wife. My old lady.